Such a beautiful piece of writing. I think it takes a special — something — I don’t know what, to be able to look past the Mother filter and see the human being that existed before becoming a mother.

Will my daughter ever really know me? I tend to think no. Not really. Not in entirety. Because there was a me that existed first, before I was Mom. But to her, I was Mom first. She never knew the me that wasn’t a Mom. Maybe that’s as it should be. I don’t know.

But it begs a bigger question. Do we really ever know anyone? Who among us doesn’t have secret thoughts? None of us, I think.

Glad I found you.

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